Is It So Wrong? ⋆Larry Stylinson⋆

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The ray of sunshine strikes softly on his eyes and cheeks, making Harry's eyes slowly flutters open. He blinks a few times, adjusting his eyes to the lights. He moves his body a little bit, instantly smiles when he realized a strong arm still holding his hips.

He snuggles more into the warm chest, smiles and places a small kiss on the skin of the tan chest. He lifts up his head slowly to see his favorite morning view. The boy is still sleeping, letting out a soft snore. He has long eyelashes, which is one of Harry's favorite things, laying beautifully over his prominent cheekbones.

His beautiful thin lips slightly parted. He remembered how soft that lips felt against his own. How soft the boy kissed his jaw and neck, leaving a trail of beautiful love bites all over the place. How gentle and careful he was when he's holding Harry. Every move, every step he makes, it was slow and gentle, trying not to hurt Harry at all, yet pleasuring and satisfying. Harry blushes every time his mind replaying their intimate moments.

Harry smiles and traces the boy's face that covered with a thin stubbles with his index finger. His another favorite things. I mean everything about this boy is Harry's favorite things. His cute little nose that he wants to boop every time, his thin lips that he want to kiss every day, his sharp jawlines that you can even cut an apple with it. And his most favorite thing among his favorites is,

"What are you doing, love?"

And there it is. His most favorite thing. A pair of beautiful blue eyes. Staring into his soul. They're so so blue like an ocean but Harry can't even swim in it and if he tries, he's going to drown immediately.

Harry cheeks turns to light pink shades when he got caught while admiring the beautiful boy.

"Morning, Louis," Harry sheepishly said with his cheeks still blushing.

Louis. Yes Louis. The name that easily rolled over his tongue. He wants to hear and say that name every day, he never get bored with that name. That is the name of the love of his life.

"Morning, baby," Louis replies, kissing Harry's forehead softly. His tiny fingers are playing with Harry's curl making the boy closes his eyes and giggles against Louis' chest, cheeks still pink.

Harry always love this feeling. Even after five years they have been together but he still can feels butterflies in his stomach every time Louis kisses or touches him. He is still a blushing mess whenever Louis says sweet words to him and when Louis says how beautiful he is that nobody can compares to him even an angel themselves.

Louis stretches out and Harry begins to move his body from Louis'. But the smaller boy pulls Harry's wrist making him fall back on top Louis.

"Just a few more minutes, yeah?"
Louis whispers slowly into Harry's ear making the boy shivers. He nods anyway and put his head back on Louis' broad chest, smiling against the crooks of Louis' neck, inhaling his scent. His favorite scent. Like I said, everything about Louis is Harry's favorite.

"What are we going to do today, love? I'll spend this whole day with you. Just me and you," Louis says softly against Harry's curls. His hand is stroking Harry's back gently. Damn Louis always go soft and gentle with this boy. Harry is Louis' weakness. He is the man that could be mad at everyone even on simple matters. He is the man that snaps and feels annoyed easily.

But with Harry, he's weak. Only Harry can makes his heart beating so fast and loud that he's sure if any doctors try to hear his heart with a stethoscope, their eardrums will burst. Only Harry can makes he smiles wide until he radiates his sunshine smile with crinkled eyes. Only Harry can makes his knees weak only from his silly grins, dimples and all. And don't tell Harry that Louis really loves his mop of curly hair that sometimes snuck up into his nose when they are cuddling.

"I don't have anything in my mind for today. Maybe we can watch a movie and cuddles the whole day," Harry paused, tracing his finger on Louis' tattoos on his chest. Louis only smiles at that.

"You know.." Harry continues. "Spend our time wisely before.." he stops.

There's sadness in his voice.

Louis notices that. He gulps, eyes wide open.

Then it suddenly hit him.